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Still may they all their great example draw Soon shall thy eyes a brighter scene survey
From her Angustus, and thy own Nassau ! (Lo, the fiect hours already wing their way!)
May the fair line cach happy realm arlorn, When, to thy native soil in peace restord,
Bless future states, and nations yet unborn!” Once more shall Gotha see her lawful lord.

True to religion, each successive son
Shall aid the cause their generous sires begun.
Even now I look through fate. ( glorious sight!
I see thy offspring as they rise to light.

What benefits to man! what lights divine ! MARRIAGE OF FREDERIC PRINCE OF Wbat heroes, and what saints adorn the line ! W'ALES,

And oh! to crown the scene, my joyful eyes

Behold from far a princely virgin rise! AND PRINCESS AUGUSTA OF SAXE-GOTUA!.

This, this is she, the smiling Fates ordain When pious frauds and holy pride no more

To bring the bright primeval times again! Could hold that empire which so long they bore;

The fair Augusta!-grac'd with blooming charms; From fair Germania's states the truth began

Reserv'd to bless a British prince's arms. To glcam, and shed her heavenly light on man;

Behold, behold the long-expected day! To Frederic? first, the Saxon prince, 'twas given,

Fly swift, ye hours, ye minutes, haste away ; To nurse and cherish this blest gift of Heaven.

To wed the fair, O favourd of the skies, Its growth, whilst young and tender, was his care,

Rise in thy time, thou destin'd bero, rise! To guard its blossoms from th' inclement air,

For through this sučne of opening fate, I see And dying, “ May'st thou flourish !” was his

A greater Frederic shall arise in thee!

Then let thy fears from this blest moment cease, prayer. Again, when fair Religion now had spread

Henceforth shall pure religion reign in peace. Her influence round, and rais'd her captiv’d Mead; Thy royal race shall Albion's sceptre sway, When Charles and Rome their impious forces join'd | And son to son th' imperial power convey : To quench its light, and re-enslave mankind;

All shall support, like thee, the noble cause Another Frederic ' first appear'd in arms,

Of truth, religion, liberty, and laws." To guard th’ endanger'd blessing from alarms.

This said, the venerable shade retir'd: Ye Heavens ! what virtues with what courage join’a! The wondering hero, at the vision tird, But join'd in vain !--- See, vanquish'd, and confin'a With generous rapture glows ; forgets his pains, In the deep gloom, the pious hero lies,

Smiles at his woes, and triumphs in his chains. And lifts to heaven his ever-streaming eyes. There, spent with sorrows, as he sunk to rest (The public cause still labouring in his breast),

THE FIRST HYMN OF CALLIMACHUS 70 Behold, in slumber, to his view display'd,

JUPITER. Rose the first Frederic's venerable shade! His temples circled with a heavenly flame; While trembling we approach Jove's awful shrine, The same his flowing robe, his look the same. With pure libations, and with rites divine ;

“ And art thou come?" (the captive warriour cries) What theme more proper can we chuse to sing, “What realms so long detained thee from our eyes? | Than Jove himself, the great, eternal king! After such wars, such deaths and honours past, Whose word gives law to those of heavenly birth; is our great guardian chief returo'd at last? Whose hand subducs the rebel sons of Earth. Say, from your Heaven, so long desir'd in vain, Since doubts and dark disputes thy titles move, Descends our hero to our aid again?

Hear'st thou, Dirtæan or Lycran Jove? Now when proud Rome, her standard wide unfurld, For here thy birth the tops of Ida claim, Pours like a deluge o'er the trembling world; And there Arcadia triumphs in thy name. Fierce, her disputed empire to restore,

But Crete in vain would boast a grace so high, And scourge mankind for ten dark ages more? Whose faithless sons throngh nieer complexion lie: Like me, Religion wears the 'Tyrant's chain; Immortal as thou art in endless bloom, Prostrate like me, she bleeds at every vein : To prove their claim, they build the thundercr's Oh! must we never, never rise again ?

Be then Arcadian, for the towering height (tomb. “Dismiss thy fears,” (the reverend shade replies) of steep Parrhasia welcom'd thee to light; “ Be firm, be constant, and absolve the skies.

When pregnant Rhæa, wandering through the wood, Dark are the ways of Heaven : let man attend :

Sought out her darkest shades, and bore the god; Soon will the regular confusion end.

The place thus hallow'd by the birth of Jove,

More than religious horrour guards the grove : Originally printed in the Gratulatio Academiæ The gloom all teeming females still decline, Oxoniensis in Nuptias auspicatissimas illustrissi. From the vile worm, to woman, form divine. morum Principum Frederici Principis Walliæ et Soon as the mother had discharg'd her lord, Augustæ Principissæ de Saxo-Gotha. Oxonii, 1736; She sought a spring to bathe the recent god; and now restored to Mr. Pitt, on the same un- But sought in vain : no living stream she found, questionable authority as the preceding poem. N. Though since, the waters drench the realms around.

a Frederic, elector of Saxony, the chief pro- Clear Erymanthus had not learn'd to glide, tector of Luther and the protestant religion, died Nor mightier Ladon drove his swelling tide, in the year 1520.

At thy great birth, where row läon flows, * John Frederic, nephew to the former, taken pri- Tall towering oaks, and pathless forests rose. soner by Charles V. and despoiled of his electorate The thirsty savages were heard to roar, by him in 1547.

Where Cario softly murmurs to the shore ;

Where sprea:ling Melas widely foats the coast, Vulcan presides o'er all who bear the max,
The flying chariot rais d a cloud of dust.

Bend the tough steel, and shape the tortur'd brass.
With drowth o'er Cratis and Menope curst, Diana those adore who spread the toils;
The fainting swain, to aggravate his thirst, To Mars the warrior dedicates his spoils.
Hear, froin within the bubbling waters flow, The bard to Phæbus strikes the living strings,
In close restraint, and murnuur froin below. Jove's royal province is the care of kings;

“ 'Thou too, O Farth,” (enjoin'd the power divine) | For kings submissive hear thy high decree, “ Bring forth; thy pangs are less severe than mine, And hold their delegated powers from thee. And sooner past;" she spoke, and as she spoke Thy naine the judge and legislator awes, Reard bigh her scepter'd arın and pierc'al the rock. When this enacts, and that directs the laws : Wide to the blow the parting mountain rent, Cities and realms thy great protection prove ; The waters gush'd tumultuous at the vint,

These bend to monarchs, as they bend to Jove. Impatient to be freed; amid the food

Though to thy scepter'd sons thy will extends, She plung'd the recent babe; and bath'd the god. The proper means proportion'd to their ends; She wrapp'd thee, mighty king, in purple bands, All are not favour'd in the same degree, Then gave the sacred charge to Neda's hands, Por power supreme belongs to Ptolemy; The babe to nourish in the close retreat,

What no inferior limitary king, And in the safe recess, of distant Crete.

Could in a length of years to ripeness bring, In years and wisdom, of the nymphs who nurst Sudden his word perforins: his boundless power The infant thunderer, Neda was the first;

Compleats the work of ages in an hour : Next Styx and Phylire ; the virgin shar'd

While others labour through a wretched reign, For her great trust discharg'd a great reward: Their schemes are blasted, and their counsels sain. For by her honour'd naine the flood she calls,

Hail Satum's mighty son, to whom we owe Which rolls into the sea by Leprion's walls; Life, health, and every blessing here below! To drink her streams the sons of Arcas crowd, Who shall in worthy strains thy name adora? And draw for ever from the ancient flood.

What living bard? what poet yet unborn? Thee, Jove, the careful nymph to Cnossus bore, Hail and all hail again ; in equal shares (To Cnossus seated on the Cretan shore)

Give wealth and virtue, and indulge our prayers With joyful arins the Corybantes heav'd,

Hear us, great king, unless they ineet combind, And the proud nymphs the glorious charge receiv'd. Each is but half a blessing to mankind. Above the rest in grace Adraste stood,

Then grant us both, that blended they may prove She rock'd the golden cradle of the god;

A doubled happiness, and worthy Jove.
On his ambrosial lips the goat distillid
Her milky store, and fed th' immortal child:
With her the duteous bee presents her spoils,
And for the god repeats her flowery toils.

The fierce Curetes too in arms advance,
And tread tumultuously their mystic dance:

SECOND HYMN OF CALLIMACHUS TO And, lest thy cries should reach old Saturn's ear,

Beat on their brazen shields the din of war.
Full soon, almighty king, thy early prime

HA! how Apollo's hallow'd laurel's ware?
Advanc'd beyond the bounds of vulgar time. How shakes the temple from its inmost ca:e?
Ere the soft down had cloth'd thy youthful face, Fly, ye profane; for lo; in heavenly state
Swift was thy growth in wit and every grace. The power descends, and thunders at the gate.
Fraught was thy mind in life's beginning stage, See, how the Delian palms with reverence nod!
With all the wisdom of experienc'd age :

Hark! how the tuneful swans confess the god! Thy elder brothers hence their claims resign, Leap from your hinges, burst your brazen bars, And leave the unbounded Heavens by merit thine; Ye sacred doors ; the god, the god appears. Por sure those poets fable, who advance

Ye youth, begin the song ; in choirs advance; The bold assertion, that capricious chance Wake all your lyres, and form the measur'd dance. By equal lots to Saturns sons had given

No impious wretch his holy eyes have view'd, The triple reign of Ocean, Hell, and Heaven. None but the just, the innocent, and good. Above blind chance the vast division lies,

To see the power confest your minds prepare, And Hell holds no proportion to the skics.

Refind froin guilt, and purify'd by prayer. Things of a less, and equal value, turn

So may you mount in youth the nuptial beil, On the blind lot of an inverted urn.

So grace with silver hairs your aged head; Not chance, 0 Jove, attain'd Heaven's high abodes, So the proud walls with lofty turrets crown, Put thy own power advanc'd thee o'er the gods, And lay foundations for the rising town. Thy power, that whirls thy rapid chariot on,

Apollo's song with awful silence hear; Thy power, the great assessor of thy throne. Evin the wild seas the sacred song revere: Dismist by thee, th' imperial eagle flies

Nor wretched Thetis dares to make her moan, Charg'd with thy signs and thunders through the For great Apollo slew her darling son. To me and mine glad omens may she bring, (skies: When the loud lö Pæans ring around, And to the left extend her golden wing.

She checks her sighs, and trembles at the sound. 'Thou to inferior gods hast well assign'd

Fixt in her grief must Niobe appear, The various ranks and orders of mankind :

Nor through the Prygian marble drop a tear; Of these the wandering merchants claim the care ; Still, though a rock, she dreads Apolo's bow, Of those the poets, and the sons of war:

And stands her own sad monument of woe. Kings claim from thee their titles and their reign Sound the loud lös, and the temple rend, O'er all degrees, the soldier and the swain. With the blest gods 'tis impious to contend.


In bis audacious rage would brave the skies

lö! Carnean Phæbus! awful power! He, who the power of Ptolemy defies,

Whom fair Cyrene's suppliant sons a:lore ! (From whence the mighty blessing was bestow'd) To deck thy hallow'd temple, see! we bring Or challenge Phæbus, and resist the god.

The choicest flowers, and rifle all the Spring: Beyond the night your hallow'd strains prolong, The most distinguish'd odours Nature yields, Till the day rises on th' untinish'd song.

When balmy Zephyr breithes along the fields; Nor less his various attributes require,

Soon as the sad inverted year retreats, So shall he honour, and reward the choir;

To thee the crocns dedicates his sweets, For honour is his gift, and high above

From thy bright altars hallow'd Hames aspire; He shines, and graces the right-hand of Jove: They shine incessant from the sacred fire. With beamy gold his robes divinely glow,

What joy, what transport, swells Apollo's breast, His harp, his quiver, and his Lictian bow;

When at his great Carnean annual feast, His feet how fair and glorious to behold!.

Clad in their arms our Lybian tribes advance, Shod in rich sandals of refulgent gold !

Mixt with our swarthy dames, and lead the dance. Wealth still attends him, and vast gifts bestow'd, Nor yet the Greeks had reach'd Cyrene's floods; Adorn the Delphic temple of the god.

But rov'd through wild Azilis' gloomy woods ; Eternal charins his youthful cheeks diffuse; Whom to his nyinph Apollo deign'd to show, His tresses dropping with ambrosial dews,

High as he stood on tall Myrtusa's brow;
Pale Death before him flies, with dire Disease, Where the fierce lion by her hands was slain,
And Health and Life are wafted in the breeze. Who in his fatal rage laid waste the plain.

To thee, great Phæbus, various arts belong, Still to Cyrene are his gifts convey'd,
To wing the dart, and guide the poet's song: In dear remembrance of the ravish'd maid;
Th' enlighten'd prophet feels thy Hames divine, Nor were her sons ungrateful, who bestow'd
And all the dark events of lots are thine.

Their choicest honours on their guardian god.
By Phæbus taught the sage prolongs our breath, lö! with holy raptures sing around;
And in its flight suspends the dart of Death. We owe to Delphos the triumphant sound.

To thy great name, O Nomian power, we cry, When they victorious hands vouchsaf'd to show
Ere since the time when, stooping from the sky, The wonders of thy shafts and golden bow;
To tend Admetus' herds thy godhead chose, When Python from his den was seen to rise,
On the fair banks where clear Amphrysus flows : Dire, fierce, tremendous, of enormous size;
Blest are the herds, and blest the flocks, that lie By thee with many a fatal arrow slain,
Beneath the influence of Apollo's eye.

The monster sunk extended on the plain! The meads re-echo'd to the bleating lambs,

Shaft after shaft in swift succession few; And the kids leap'd, and frisk'd around their dams; As swift the people's shouts and prayers pursue. Her weight of milk each ewe dragg'd on with pain, lö, Apollo, lanch thy flying dart; And dropp'd a double offspring on the plain. Send it, oh! send it to the monster's heart. On great Apollo for his aid we call,

When thy fair inother bore thee, she design'd To build th' town and raise th' embattled wall: Her mighty son, a blessing to mankind. He, while an infant, fram'd the wondrous plan, Envy, that other plague and fiend, drew near; In fair Ortygia, for the use of inan.

And gently whisper'd in Apollo's ear: When young Diana urg'd her sylvan toils,

“No poet I regard but hjin whose lays From Cynthus' tops she brought her savage spoils; Are swelling, loud, and boundless as the seas;" The heads of mountain-goats, and anti rs lay Apollo spurnd the fury, and reply'd, Spread wide around, the trophies of the clay : The vast Euphrates rolls a mighty tide ; Of these a structure he compos'd with art,

With ru nbling torrents the rough river roars; In order rand and just in every part ;

But black with mud, discolour'd from his shores, And by that model taught us to dispose

Prone down Assyria's lands his course he keeps, The rising city, and with walls enclose;

And with polluted waters stains the deeps. Where the foundations of the pile should lie, But the Melissan nymphs to Ceres bring Or towers and battlements should reach the sky. The purest product of the limpid spring ; Apollo sent th' auspicious crow before,

Small is the sacred stream, but never stain'd When our great founder touch'd the Libyan shore: With mud, or foul ablutions from the land.” Full on the right he flew to call him on,

Hail, glorious king! beneath thy matchless power And guide the people to their destin'd town; May malice sink, and envy be no more! Which to a race of kinys Apollo vow'd, And fix'd for ever stands the promise of the god.

Or hear'st thou, while thy honours we proclaim, Thy Bocdromian, or thy Clarian name? (For to the power are various names assign'd

TO SIR JAMES THORNHILL, From cities raised, and blessings to mankind.)


And join my grateful country's public voice.
Ere to Cyrene's realms our course we bore,

Thrice were we led by thee from shore to shore;
Till our progenitor the region gain'd,

COULD I with thee, O Thornhill, bear a part,
And annual rites and annual feasts ordain'd : And join the poet's with the painter's art,
When at thy prophet Carnus' will, we rais'd (Though both share mutually each common name
A glorious temple; and the altars blaz'd

Their thoughts, their genius and design the same!) With hecatombs of bulls, whose reeking blood, The Muse, with features neither weak nor faint, Great king, they shed to thee their guardian god. Should draw her sister art in speaking paint,

But while adiniring thine and Nature's strife, Till the swift god the Phrygian shepherd found I see each touch just starting into life,

Compos'd for sleep, and stretch'd along the grounde From side to side with various raptures tost, He brings the blooming gold, the fatal prize, Amid the visionary scenes I'm lost.

The bright reward of Cytherea's eyes. Methinks, as thrown upon some fairy land, The conscious Earth the awful signal takes, Amaz'd we know not how, ror where we stand ; Without a wind the quivering forest shakes; While tripping phantoms to the sight advance, Tall lia bows; the unwieldy mountains nod; And gay ideas lead the inazy dance :

And all confess the presence of the god. While wondering we behold in every part

Like shooting meteors, gliding from above, The beauteous scenes of thy creating art.

See the prood consort of the thundering Jove, By such degrees thy colours rise and fall, War's glorious goddess, and the queen of love; And breathing flush the animated wall;

Arm'd in their naked charms, the Phrygian boy That the bright objects which our eyes survey, Regards those charms with mingled fear and joy. Ravish the mind, and steal the soul away;

Here Juno stands with an imperial mein, Our footsteps by some secret power are orost, At once confest a goddess and a queen. And in the painter all the bard is lost.

Her cheeks a scornful indignation waris, Thus in a magic ring we stand confin'd

Blots out her siniles, as conscious of her charms. While snbtle spells the fatal circle bind;

But Venus shines in milder beauties there, In vain we strive and labour to depart,

And every grace adorns the blooming fair., Fix'd by the charms of that mysterious art; While, conscious of her charms, she seems to rise, In rain the paths and avenues we trace,

Claims, and already grasps in hope the prize ; While spirits guard and fortify the place.

Beauteous, as when immortal Phidias strove How could my stretch'd imagination swell, From Parjan rocks to carve the queen of lore; And on each regular proportion dwell!

Fach grace obey'd the summons of his art, While thy swift art unravels Naturc's maze, And a new beauty sprung from every part. And innitates her works, and treads her ways, In all the terrours of her beauty bright, Nature with wonder sees herself out-done,

Fair Pallas awes and charins the Trojan's sight, And claims thy fair creation for her own;

And gives successive reverence and delight. Thy figures in such lively strokes excel,

Nor thrones, nor victories, his soul can move; They give those passions which they seem to feel. Crowns, arins, and triumphs, what are you to lore! Each various feature some strong inpulse bears, Too soon resign'd to Venus, they behold Wraps us in joy, or melts us all to tears.

The glittering ball of vegetable gold. Each piece with such transcendent art is wrought, While Jove's proud consort thrown from her desires, That we could almost say thy pictures thought; Inflam'd with rage maliciously retires; When we behold thee conquer in the strife, Already kindles her immortal hate, And strike the kindling figures into life,

Already labours with the Trojan fate. Which does from thy creating pencil pass, While a new transport flushi'd the blooming boy, Warm the dull matter, and inspire the mass ; Helen he seems already to enjoy, As fam'd Prometheus' wand convey'd the ray And feeds the flame that must consume his Troy. Of heavenly fire to animate his clay.

Another scene our wondering sight recalls; How the just strokes in harmony unite! The fair adultress leaves her native walls : How shades and darkness recommend the light! Her cheeks are stain'd with mingled shame and No lineaments unequally surprise ;

joy; The beauties regularly fall and rise.

Lull?d on the bosom of the Phrygian boy. Lost in each other we in vain pursue

To the loud deeps he bears his charming spouse, The fleeting lines that cheat our wearicd view. Freed from her lord, and from her former vows. Nor know we how their subtle courses run,

On their soft wings the whispering zephyrs play, Nor where this ended, nor where that begun. The breezes skim along the dimpled sea : Nor where the shades their utmost bounds display, The wanton Loves direct the gentle gales, Or the light fades insensibly away ;

Sport in the shrouds, and flutter in the sails. But all harmoniously confus'd we see,

While her twin-brothers' with a gracious ray While all the sweet varieties agree.

Point out her course along the watery way. Thus when the organ's solemn airs aspire,

Th’ exalted strokes so delicately shine, The blended music wings our thoughts with fire; All so conspire to push the bold design ; Here warbling notes in whispering breezes sigh, That in each sprightly feature we may find But in their birth the tender accents die;

The great ideas of the master's mind, While thence the bolder notes exulting come, As the strong colours faithfully unite, Swell as they fly, and bound along the dome. Mellow to shade, and ripen into light. With transport fir'd, each lost in each we hear, Let others form with care the ruddy mass, And all the soul is center'd in the ear.

And torture into life the running brass, See first the senate of the gods above,

With potent art the breathing statue mould, Frequent and full amid the courts of Jove :

Shape and inspire the animated gold; Behold the radiant consistory shine,

Let others sense to Parian marbles give,
With features, airs, and lineaments divine. Bid the rocks leap to form and learn to live ;
Hermes dispatch'd from the bright council Ajes, Still be it thine, 0 Thornhill, to unite
And cleaves with all his wings the liquid skies. The pleasing discord of the shade and light;
In many a whirl and rapid circle driven

To vanquish Nature in the generous strife,
So swift, he seems at once in Earth and Heaven. And touch the glowing features into life.
Oh! with what energy! what noble force
Of strongest colours you describe his course?

Castor and Pollux.

But Thornhill, would thy noble soul impart One from this crowd exclaim'd (whose lawless will One lasting instance of thy godlike art

inur'd to crines, and exercis'd in ill, To future times ; and in thy fame engage

Taught his preposterous joys froin paina to flow, The praise of this and every distant age ;

And never triumph'd, but in scenes of we) To stretch that art as far as it can go,

“ Go to thy province in the realıns above, Draw the triumphant chief, and vanquish'd foe : Callid by the Furies or the will of Jore: In his own dome, ainid the spacious walls,

Or drawu by magic force or mystic spell, Draw the deep squadrons of the routed Gauls; Rise, and purge off the sooty gloom of Hell. Their ravish'd banners, and their arms resiga'd, Go, see the Sun, and whiten in bis beams, While the brave hero thunders from behind; Or haunt the flowery ficlds and limpid streams, Pours on their fiunt, or hangs upon their rear; With woes redoubled to return again, Fights, leads, commands, and animates the war. When thy past pleasures shall enhance thy pain.” Let his strong courser champ his golden chain, Now by the Stygian dog they bent their way; And proudly paw th' imaginary plain.

Stretch'd in his den the dreadful monster lay; To Aghrim's bloody wreaths let Cressi yield, But lay not long, for, starting at the sound, With the fair laurels of Ramillia's field.

Head above head he rises from the ground. Next, on the sea the daring hero show,

From their close folds his starting serpents break, To cheer his friends, and terrify the foe.

And curl in horrid circles round his neck. Lo! the great chief to famish'd thousands bears, This saw the god, and, stretching forth his hand, The food of armies, and support of wars.

Lull'd the grim monster with bis potent wand; The Britons rush’d, with native virtue fir'd, Through his vast bulk the gliding slumbers creep, And quell'd the foe, or gloriously expir'd ;

And scal down all his glaring eyes in sleep. Plunging through fames and foods, their valour There lies a place in Greece well known to Fame, O'er the rang'd cannon, and a night of sinoke, [broke Through all her realms, and Tænarus the name, Through the wedg'd legions urg'd their noble toil, Where from the sea the tops of Malea rise, To spend their thunder on the towers of Lisle ; Beyond the ken of mortals, to the skies : While by his deeds their courage he inspires, Proud in his height he calmly hears below And wakes in every breist the sleeping fires. The distant winds in hollow murmurs blow. Thus the whole series of his labours join,

Here sleep the storms when weary'd and opprest, Stretch'd from thc Belgic ocean to the Boyne. And on his head the drowsy planets rest :

Then glorious in retreat the chief may read There in blue mists vis rocky sides he shrouds, Th'immortal actions of the noble dead;

And here the towering mountain props the clouds; And in recording colours, with delight,

Above his awful brow no bird can fly, Review his conquests and enjoy the fight;

And far beneath the muttering thunders die See his own deeds on each ennobled plain ; When down the steep of Heaven the day descends, While fancy acts his triumphs o'er again.

The Sun so wide his floating bound exte..ds, Thus on the Tyrian walls Æneas read,

That o'er the deeps the mountain bangs display'd, How stem Achilles rag'd and Hector bled; And covers half the ocean with his shade : But half unsheath'd his sword, and grip'd his shield, Where the Tænarian shores oppose the sea, When he amidst the scene himself beheld,

The land retreats, and winds into a bay.
Thundering on Simois' banks or battling in the field. Here for repose imperial Neptune leads,

Tir'd from th' Ægean floods, his smoaking steeds ;
With their broad hoofs they scoop the beach away,
Their finny train rolls back, and floats along the sea,
Here Fame reports th' unbody'd shades to go

Through this wide passage to the realms below, THE SECOND BOOK OF STATIUS. From hence the peasants (as th’ Arcadians tell)

Hear all the cries, and groans, and din of Hell. Now Jove's command fulfill'd, the son of May Oft, as her scourge of snakes the fury plies, Quits the black shade, and slowly mounts to day, The piercing echoes mount the distant skies; For lazy clouds in gloomy barriers rise,

Scar'd at the porter's triple roar, the swains Obstruct the gud, and intercept the skies; Have fled astonish’d, and forsook the plains. No Zephyrs here their airy pinions move,

From hence emergent in a mantling cloud To speed his progress to the realms above.

Sprung to his native skies the winged god. Scarce can he steer his dark laborious flight, Swift from his face before th' ethereal ray, Lost and encumber'd in the damps of night: Flew all the black Tartarean stains away, There roaring tides of fire his course withstood, And the dark Stygian gloom refin'd to day. Here Styx in nine wide circles rollid his flood. O'er towns and realms he held his progress on, Behind old Laius trod th' infernal ground,

Now wing'd the skies where bright Arcturus shone, Trembling with age, and tardy from his wound: And now the silent empire of the Moon. (For all his force his furious son apply'd,

The Power of Sleep, who met his radiant fight, And plung'd the guilty falchion in his side.) And drove the solemn chariot of the night, Propt and supported by the healing rod,

Rose with respect, and from th' empyreal road The shade pursued the footsteps of the god. Turn’d his pale steeds, in reverence to the god. The groves that never bloom, the Stygian coasts, The shade beneath pursues his course, and spies The house of woe, the mansions of the ghosts ; The well-known planets and congenial skies. Earth too admires to see the ground give way, His eyes from far, tall Cyrrha's heights explore, And gild Hell's horrors with the gleams of day. And Phocian fields polluted with his gore. But not with life repining Envy fled,

At length to Thebes he came, and with a groan She still reigns there, and lives among the dead. urvey'd the guilty palace once luis own;


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